Trapped By The Mafia Don のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Clarissa"If you really care, then go get me a gun and let me blow my fucking brains out."She rears back like I slapped her and I wish I had. I get a sick pleasure from hurting her, and a voice deep down in my chest admonishes me for that. I should try to be better, and to be fair, Karah is trying here. She's been kinder than anyone else has so far. I shouldn't blame her for what Papa and her brother chose.And yet I'm too raw to stop myself."You don't mean that." Her eyes are wide and she's not sure, but god, yes, I do mean it. I don't think I could bring myself to pull the trigger but some dark and broken part of me would rather be dead than have to be alive as Alessandro's wife."I was just sentenced to a lifetime living with a man I hate. Truly hate, not just the little schoolgirl hate, the sort of anger you feel at a boy that teases you on the playground, but a deep hate. I've been carrying this emotion inside of me for ten years, Karah, and it's rotting me. He hurt me once so

Alessandro"What do you want, Alessandro?"I feel a shiver along my skin. Her voice is the same, ten years later. Her tongue, her mouth. Everything the same. Is this what I miss when I close my eyes and picture her back in my life? Is this why I'm so fucking angry whenever I imagine Clarissa's smile, her laughter, her moans in my ear?"We should talk."She looks back out the window. "What's the point?""We're getting married. You don't want to have a conversation with your future husband? You should learn what I expect from you." I try not so smile as she turns on me with rage in her eyes."What you expect from me?""In terms of how you'll behave, how many children we'll have, your public appearances—""You cretin. You absolute psychopath. You're seriously standing there, trying to tell me how to behave? I've been here hours and you're already being an asshole?"I shrug slightly and suppress the thrill that threatens to run wild. For as long as I've known Clarissa, I've always loved r

ClarissaI lounge around my room for the next day doing nothing but rearranging the furniture, organizing my clothes, and calling down to the kitchen. I eat whatever I can think up and basically act like a total slob. The cook is surprisingly good, and all I need to do is call down using the landline next to my bed and ask for whatever I want—so far they've been willing to accommodate me. I take several long baths and curl up by the window and think about digging a hole deep enough into the limestone and letting the rock make a tomb.Better to burn out than fade away. Mostly because fading means the suffering lasts longer.That's dramatic, except right now it's how I feel. The future seems bleak—stuck in Alessandro's house having Alessandro's babies and basically letting him bully me for the rest of my life. I want to disappear somewhere black and quiet, somewhere without pain, without Alessandro, without this house, without memory. I hate myself for my weakness, but if I could forget

Alessandro"You can't leave her up there forever." Karah gives me a hard look as Antonio shuffles around at her feet, really undercutting her stern demeanor. The little guy burbles and grabs at her feet, trying to play. "Invite her down for dinner at least.""Why? So the family can grill her?""Pretty much." Karah smiles sweetly and I'm intensely aware of Nico's absence. It's a rare thing to see Karah and Antonio around the house without their guardian angel, or their guardian monster, or their guardian eldritch horror, however you want to look at Nico—but he's out on business and not available to hover menacingly."I'll spare her and myself the discomfort.""Seriously, Alessandro. You can't leave her in there forever. She's got to start feeling like she's a part of the family, and the longer you wait, the harder it'll be. Rib off the bandage and get it over with." Karah scoops up Antonio, kisses him on the cheek, and passes him off to one of the several nannies that are on call day a

Alessandro"We don't have to hate each other," I say, my mouth inches from hers. "You don't have to act this way.""Act what way? Like you ruined my family and sent us running back to Mexico? Or like you killed my brother?""I didn't kill anyone. Not back then at least." I give her a wry smile."Maybe not you, but someone in your family. Someone in your organization.""That was ten years ago, Clarissa. If the guy that pulled the trigger is still working for us, I doubt he even remembers."That's the wrong thing to say. Her face turns to a snarl and she struggles hard, nearly knees me in the crotch, but I manage to block it with my thigh. A dull ache runs through my leg where she slams against it."Don't you ever say that again," she says, glaring at me, and I'm sure that if I let her go right now, she'd try to rip my tongue from my mouth. "Whoever killed my brother hasn't just... hasn't just forgotten him." Her voice breaks on that word, forgotten, and I understand. My grip on her wri